getting out [open]

[PHOENIX THOMAS LESTRANGE]

TAGGED: OPEN--- WORDS: DUNNO --- NOTES: BLAH, HORRIBLE---

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ebb worked her butt off on this, don't steal

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[HADLEY JO CORNER]

Hadley was lying in her bed, thinking of how boring her life has been so far. Now of course all children said this, but they were not all sheltered as Hadley was. Her mother would keel over if she ever found out some of the things Hadley has done, or will be doing; she is sick and tired of being good, and wants to be a rebel. She looked over at the clock and found that it was nine o clock, no one will be around to watch and be amazed by her attitude this early in the morning. She sighed as she tried to think of what to do to pass the time by, there were only so many options, she could read, write a letter, bother her mother, or sleep.That was all she was aloud to do in this for saken house, it was worse then a prison. She sighed and got up figuring she would go down stairs and make herself breakfast, or make her mother make it for her.


When Hadley walked down the stairs, however, no one was to be seen, this was high unusual as that her parents were always around to ensure that she was always doing the right thing. "Mom?" she called hoping that there would be no answer. To her surprise, there wasn't and Hadley was not about to pass that up. She did not even want to do anything bad, just be normal and do something by herself for once would suffice. She smiled while she was getting her breakfast ready, picturing how it would be if she lived on her own, it was something to look forward to if her parents ever let her get away. She looked out the kitchen window while she was waiting for her breakfast to finish cooking, it was a beautiful day to go out and make your parents freak out. She was getting more and more excited by the second, so excited that she almost burnt her eggs. She flung her food on a plate and sat at the table lost in deep thought as she ate her food.


She had a friend back at Hogwarts, a secret friend that was a bad influence and while observing and hanging out with him she learned to think and act as he did; this came to her advantage exactly at this moment as she tried to figure out how she would get around her parents..if they showed up that is. She would first have her mother tell her what to do as usual, so it is her idea to have Hadley leave the house. Then she would dress all hot and ready under her I'm a very good girl clothes. And finally she would leave for the library or wherever it is her mother told her to go. Yes, this was the perfect plan, they did not usually join her at the library and if they did she would go to the bathroom and they would never know where she went. She did not really care about getting in trouble, the consequences were defiantly worth it.


She smiled a bit evilly as she thought of her plan."Now where to go?" she though to herself, there were plenty of place that were deemed bad, though the one that popped into her head first was of course the Scarlet Letter. It may be weird that little old Hadley, Ravenclaw, and prefect none the less would be caught there; this fact excited her even more. She still had her smile on her face when her mother and father greeted her, she smiled and took up her plate walking outside to gather her thoughts figuring it was a very good thing that her parents were not good or even have the slightest idea how to be legilimens...
After a while of taking up time, she walked inside her house and up the stairs to take a shower, she stopped into her room for her super secret stash of what her mother called bad girl juice.


After her shower and her hours upon hours of work on what to wear and how to do her hair she was finally ready. Her outfit accented her curves so well, and her curly and flowy hair reached down to the middle of her back made it all that much better. She then carefully put on baggy pants and a huge mo-mo of a shirt and walked down the stairs for her mothers approval. Though she new she would get away with it she still sighed with relief as she walked out of the door free from her parents as she headed toward Knockturn Alley...

Upon arriving she sighed and took off her ugly clothes smoothing out the ones she was really wearing before opening the door. She was not sure what or who to expect here, but all the music and dancing was filling her up making her very ready and not exactly caring what people saw her do or say here. As she was thinking this she saw Phoenix Lestrange and stopped dead in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat. This was truly the only person that scared her and sat down a bit away for a second hoping that he did not see her, though even if he had he would probably not say anything or even acknowledge he existence. This is the thought that made her get back up and go into the huge crowd picking some random person to grind up on.

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notes!BAD!!
words!dunno
outfit!HOTT!
music!bumpin
tag!people
credit!

• Toastehh of Caution 2.0
  
• Lyrics - I feel like dancin' - All Time Low

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[noah lee bannon]

It was one of those days that Noah just wanted to let loose and get fucked up. It wasn't like he had stressed himself out at all during the summer, he had just lazied around the estate, visited some friends with wizarding families so that he could practice some Quidditch. Nothing too exciting, but that was good. Drama could wait until the beginning of the school year, at least. For now, he was just glad he wasn't stuck in some sort of committed relationship. One of his mates claimed that he was in love, but all Noah saw was pathetic, sending each other bi-daily owls and chocolates. Maybe it was cynical of him, but Noah didn't believe in love. He believed in lust, and dirty, dirty sex having lost his virginity last winter, but he would trust in love once he saw it. He sure didn't get any example of it at home. First it was funny, but now it was gross when his twenty-year old stepmother came onto him. She was hot and all, but he didn't want to be eskimo brothers with his dad.

Last time he was in the magical part of London, he had gotten a flyer from a promoter or something, advertising a new nightclub in Knockturn Alley. According to Noah, this was a long over-due development and he kind of surprised himself when he hadn't gone yet, it being the end of the summer at all. Muggle nightclubs were all good and well, but they were cumbersome to get to, being in urban areas. He imagined that the Scarlet Letter would be the debauchery of the typical Muggle nightclub times ten. Wizard girls were far hotter, as far as he was concerned, and if he happened to bump into someone from school, more blackmail material for him. This place was advertising itself as bad news, and it had enticed the rebels that were sick of their apparently omniscient parents.

As soon as it got suitably dark outside his window, he lifted his lanky body off the couch, shrugged on a clean white undershirt, slid on some RayBans, and pulled on a pair of dark skinny jeans. Examining himself in the mirror, surreptitiously mussing his hair, he realized he looked like a total douche. That was fine. That was actually the kind of effect he was going for. No girl went to a nightclub to find nice guys. Declaring himself ready, he padded over to the fireplace. It had taken a lot of persuasion and charm to get his father to Floo-ify it [if that was a word]. Noah understood his hesitation, he had found the things terrifying the first few times he used them, and he imagined that it must scare his father to think of his son stepping into green flames on a regular basis. But he got there, and it was a cinch getting it Ministry-approved. They still had plenty of guilt over that time they essentially wanted to revoke the magic from Muggle-borns, and Noah wasn't hesitant to milk that. Now, the hearth was like a car, and he loved it for the freedom it could bring him. Handier and warmer than brooms, for sure.

Dropping a pinch of the green dust, he stepped into the fire, feeling the flames lick his wrists, and said clearly "Knockturn Alley.

[/color]" His head sprung and he had that familiar nauseated feeling, and then he was there, on the rickety cobblestone street. This place was sketchy, but it fascinated Noah. All the menacing objecting being peddled, all the hags waving their merchandise in his face, advertising what seemed to be a Consent Potion. But Noah didn't have time for buying rape tools - not that he ever would - but the need to get dangerously fucked up hadn't gone away.

The Scarlet Letter wasn't too difficult to find, and he nodded at the man at the door and pushed himself into the throng. He was right, the floor was literally pulsating, and all the chicks were at least nines. He could live with this. Scanning the crowd for people he recognized. he spotted Phoenix Lestrange not ten feet away from him, and gave the bugger the middle finger. Merlin, he hated that kid. He was just so eughh. It was interesting that he was here though. He must have some sort of ulterior motive, because Noah had never been the kid have a good time. Maybe he was looking for women to father demon spawn with. Noah snorted. He knew that the animosity was mutual, and he felt the desire to get under Lestrange's skin. Bother him, somehow, but how? Noah considered as he continued to sort through the group of people.

The next familiar face his eyes fell upon gave him a bit of a shock, and he did a double take. Was that Hadley Corner? And God, she looked so deliciously slutty, too. Sometimes the best girls did go bad. He made his way casually over to her after grabbing a couple drinks, while tapping the especially fine pieces of ass that he passed. She had always been cute, slender but still a rather good beater. Noah still felt a little bitterness toward her, though, because he came onto her last year and she flat out rejected him. Maybe this time would be different, though. Stranger things had happened on the dance floor. He strolled right up to her, looked her up and down, and smirked. "Hadley Jo Corner, I had no idea you were such a whore.[/color]" He grinned. "Prefects these days,[/color]" he mock-sighed. He held out a glass, taking a gulp from his own. "But seriously, did you come here on a dare or something?[/color]" He was interested in her story. She used to be so innocent, or perhaps it was an act all along.
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